He was a good enough writer that she could catch traces ofhis personality in the stories -- not a lot, there never were in a story --but enough to use...the spell.She had to admit, though, that they weren't bad stories. Not the sort ofstuff that she usually read, but interesting.She left the office and headed down to the Convention floor. Aunt Miranda'sinfluence had gotten her a "Convention Center Special Pass" so she could getinto the offices. (Her convention membership badge was in her purse.). It seemed she somehow found me downright offensive, and was quite rude to me in those early days. I didn’t find her anywhere near as repulsive, from the start, I found her to be quite gorgeous with her brown hair, slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, and full lips, but at the time, she didn’t exactly light my fire either. Maybe it was the cold shoulder she gave me-I don’t know. As weeks and months passed, our paths crossed more and more frequently in the office. Our positions required us to spend. She then wrapped her lube oil coated hand around the dildo and began to jack her hand up and down the entire length, smearing the lube all over the rubber toy. My ass was hanging just on the edge of the bed and Suzanne stepped forward, until her thighs bumped the bed. She then grabbed my ankles and put them onto her naked shoulders. She smiled at me with an evil grin…Before I knew it, she moved her hand to the dildo and said she was ready.She then leaned forward and down, gently easing her. Started on my legs, she soon got to the upper sections, where she brushed on my penis in her follow through and said ‘opps, sorry’. I just relaxed and said nothing, but really enjoyed the touch and the expectation of the pleasure to come. Again she brushed my penis, more blatently this time and then asked in a quiet sexy voice if I wanted a special massage. Playing hard to get I said ‘no, just a normal massage today, thanks. Luckily, she was very persistent with lots of ‘accidental’ penis.